Blacktail Deer Plateau rowan [m]

close as he was to the ruling trio, lasher had heard of the altercation between osprey junior and fox. it was to be expected; he had thought that the fire-spirited dark child would one day take the reins of the plateau unto herself when peregrine retired, but now that position was being jeopardized by the threat of new children next year — cubs for whom fox would vie and jostle.

he was not fond of the dynamic that had occurred among the willow and the ruby; he had liked it better when peregrine and the healer were mounted upon the top tier, with fox below, but it seemed fox had usurped her rank. or perhaps the willow had given it willingly, for reasons of her own. he would ask her.

for now, he gave peregrine a glance that flashed lust and affection, and lashed his tongue across the bridge of his beloved panther's nose. mmm, he purred by way of assent. when atticus first disappeared from our lands, i made blue willow an offer of myself — i offered that i should father her children, if she decided she wished for a family. i know she is traditional, but the pull of one's own body can be a fickle thing indeed.

murky eyes lifted to peregrine's own. i would like to honor that promise, if she chooses in the springtime to follow the desires of her body. regardless of what fox wished, lasher added to himself, but kept the thought unsaid. now, what troubles you, my love?